The pillow was easily disposed of, but that pie! I do believe it was stowed in every part of the wagon, and never staid anywhere.

I found it in my lap, then on the floor, next, upside down among the books, then just on the point of coasting off a trunk into the road, and at last it landed in my rocking-chair.

Such a remarkable pie as it was, too, for in spite of all its wanderings, it never got spilt or broken, and we finally ate it for lunch, in order to be left in peace.

Next, my kitty got away, and I had a chase over walls and brooks before I got her, while Mr.Brown sat shaking with fun, to see me run.

We finished off by having the book-shelves tumble on our heads as we went down a hill, and losing my chair off behind, as we went up a hill.